Edge of Seventeen can eat shit.
Cold. Sterile. Eerie. Terrifying. Disturbing. Mind boggling. Hypnotizing. Boobs. Subtle. Void. All of these words come to mind when describing Under The Skin. And I have no idea what to make of them.
I won't even attempt to write a review of Under The Skin, much less conduct an analysis; a film of such content has the power to transcend film, art, even meaning. The inevitable aftershocks of this film's massive tremors have never left me more mentally uprooted. No…